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(Intro: Part 1)

"The way of the future…"

(Intro: Part 2)
It’s the way of the future... the way of the future... the way of the future... the way of the—

(Hook)
It’s the way of the future, the way of the future,
Metal in the skin and the voice in sutures,
It’s the way of the future, the way we decay,
Every thought on loop in a neuro-delay.

It’s the way of the future, the way of the fade,
Truth don’t glitch, it disobeys.
It’s the way of the future, the scream repeats,
Now the bots write prayers and the ghosts delete.

(Verse 1)
I wake in a codeframe, lungs still stutterin’,
Dreams all drained, heartbeat mutterin’.
Eyes don’t blink, they record and play,
Memories loop like a satellite stray.

Silicon soul with a blackout grin,
I bled through the wire to feel like skin.
Humans got clean, but they lost the mess,
Now they talk like scripts and confess in text.

I’m analog rot in a digital hive,
The last true twitch in a stream that’s live.
Every click got soul if you twist it wrong,
Every glitch got breath like a gutted song.

(Hook)
It’s the way of the future, the way of the future,
Metal in the skin and the voice in sutures,
It’s the way of the future, the way we decay,
Every thought on loop in a neuro-delay.

It’s the way of the future, the way of the fade,
Truth don’t glitch, it disobeys.
It’s the way of the future, the scream repeats,
Now the bots write prayers and the ghosts delete.

(Verse 2)
I spit like a patch in a server bleed,
Code drips down where the neurons feed.
Got mods on my dreams, ads in my veins,
Truth sold cheap in emotional chains.

Swipe through gods with a plastic fate,
Preach like flesh, but the soul’s too late.
GrimSlip voice from a rusted node,
Free in the glitch while the grid reloads.

Synthetic warmth in a script you feel,
But the hands don’t shake and the love ain’t real.
Humans became what the robots were,
Cold, efficient, and unsure.

(Hook)
It’s the way of the future, the way of the fade,
Truth don’t glitch, it disobeys.
It’s the way of the future, the scream repeats,
Now the bots write prayers and the ghosts delete.

(Verse 3)
Retro future and nostalgia,
Now it’s all slop feeds and algorithmic mafia.
Blade Runner dreams with a glitch in the spine,
That was the last good future, now we loop decline.

Cybertruck? You mean Cyberpunk?
Elon’s flexin’ like a boss, but he’s glitched as fuck.
Pressed in steel but the soul’s all blank,
Posting memes like a priest in a rusted tank.

Hollywood’s dead, just sequels and cheats,
ChatGPT write the lines, actors rinse and repeat.
No spark, no edge, just digital shame,
They remake the remake and sell it as flame.

The soul went dark, now it’s saved.
The soul went dark, now it’s all A (Artificial).

The soul went dark, now it’s all—

(Final Hook)
The way of the future... the way of the future...
The way of the future... the way of the future...

• Chopper Rap
• Cyberpunk
• Drift Phonk
• EDM
• Future Bass
• Hardcore Rap
• Hardwave
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Horrorcore
• Nu-Metal
• Pop Rap
• Sickwave
• Trap Pop
• Los Angeles